Posted by: Naomi Baltuck | May 22, 2012

Pandora’s Box

“You already have a pet,” I told eight-year-old Bea. “You have nineteen of them.”

“Fish don’t count, Mom. I need something with fur.”

“Cats and dogs make me wheeze and Daddy itch.”

“How about a rabbit?” asked her brother Eli.

“Too big to flush.”

I knew something of rodents in captivity.  My sister’s kids had a hamster named Little May.  She’d lived hard and fast, and died young.   A life of costume parties, wild shirt-pocket rides, playing the “show and tell” circuit, and a brief-but-thrilling flight career had proved too much for Little May.  She died at the tender age of six months.  I suspect it was suicide.

“How about a guinea pig?”

“They stink, you have to clean their cages, and for what?  Unresponsive vermin.”

“A hamster?”

“Well…”  Investing that degree of commitment into a pet project was something I might consider.  “If you can accept that a hamster lifespan is less than that of a guppy’s.”

Thus I found myself ankle deep in the world of hamster husbandry.  Why they call it that, I’ll never know; my husband had nothing to do with it.  ‘It’ was a black and white Teddy Bear Hamster.  The cost of the cage, igloo, water bottle, vitamins, cedar bedding and, yes, the hamster potty, for our six-dollar rodent far exceeded the dollar-a-month investment I anticipated.

We still needed a name, but at least that was free.  I voted for Wildfire or Hamlet, but the kids settled on Pandora.  Her purple cage became the infamous “Pandora’s Box,” and we opened it again and again.  Like that divine creation, our Pandora inspired story, song, poetry, even a new family crest, a black and white hamster sporting a golden crown.  Clearly, Pandora was destined to rule.

Rodent Fun Fact #1.   Feral gerbils feed on bed sheets and store the leftovers under the refrigerator.  This I learned in third grade when Napoleon, the classroom gerbil, stayed at our house for spring break.  In sixth grade, Linda Witkowsky put Winky, her hamster, into my hands.  It struggled furiously, went winky on my blouse, its eyes bulged, and so did mine.  I hadn’t touched a rodent since.

Rodent Fun Fact #2.   Hamster is from the German word for  “hamper,” as in laundry hamper, container, storage bin.  I reckon a hamster can hold about ten times its weight in cheek pouches stretching the length of its body.  No wonder they don’t carry purses!  This talent was graphically illustrated the first day, when the kids loaded Pandora with peanuts, seeds, carrots, Cheerios, and turned her loose in the bathroom.  She left an impressive hoard behind the toilet.  We left it there for three days, as a sort of monument.

Pandora was a good-natured little creature, tolerant of handling and mishandling.  She gripped a cracker like a kid with a peanut butter sandwich.  She used the same technique nibbling buttons off a shirt.  She was cute like other peoples’ grandchildren are cute–in a wallet.  I was convinced I could ride this out with no Close Encounters of the Third Kind, until the first time the kids changed her cage.  Holding out the Beast, Bea cooed, “Go to Grandma.”

I was soon babysitting on a regular basis.  Not content to sit in your lap and purr, Pandora was a perpetual motion machine.  In her exercise ball she rumbled like thunder as she raced down our long hall.  The kids made her Lego mazes and seltzer bottle airplanes  She could be a hula girl, Greek Goddess, fairy tale princess, or bikini-clad bathing beauty, depending upon which hole in the Kleenex box she peeked out.

They warn you against looking into a snake’s eyes, but no one ever said a thing about hamsters.

I’d drop laundry in Eli’s room and see Panny staring at me.  I knew what she wanted.  I half expected her to run a little tin cup along the bars of her cage.  The first time I caved, it wasn’t good breeding that brought Panny scurrying to the door to greet me.  I didn’t kid myself; mine were often the hands that fed her.  Dogs love their humans, but what drives a hamster?  Are they too stupid to know fear?  Are we too big to be regarded as anything but a landscape?   Still, it was oddly moving when she stepped into my hands, and I could feel her tiny heart beating against my palm.

One night the cage wasn’t latched.  Pandora climbed from the dresser top to the floor for a walk on the Wild Side.  Tears were shed.  Then we placed a peanut in each room, shut the door, and blocked the crack with towels.  If a peanut went missing, we’d know where to look.  In central rooms we placed treats in deep buckets with ramps leading up to them.

“I bet she forgot to pack her cheeks,” I told the kids.  “Sooner or later she’ll come out to forage; it’s the Hamster Way.”  I didn’t mention Cousin Jean’s gerbil that set out to seek its fortune.  Months later she found it trapped in a dresser in the basement, keeping the company of maggots.

While emptying the hall closet, I heard a loud grinding coming from the basement.

“Eli,” I hollered down the stairs, “try searching more quietly, so you can hear her.”

“What, Mom?” asked Eli, appearing beside me.

It had to be Panny down there, in the bowels of the basement.  We went downstairs and waited, listening.  The furnace clicked on, and we jumped.  Tick, tick, tick went the clock.  Finally we heard that noise again, like a chainsaw, coming from inside the staircase. That could mean only one thing…

Pandora had entered the Black Hole, where no hamster had gone before.  Our storage room sucks in all manner of objects and morphs them into high density matter.  Not just cardboard boxes and camping equipment.  Baby things for my unborn grandchildren, stacks of Rubbermaid containing every object d’art my kids ever made, a slide projector, medieval tankards, sci-fi dinnerware, my dead uncle’s stamp collection, the hardened dregs of house paint to match the color before the last.  Blacker than a Black Hole.

We peeled away the layers, from folding chairs that come out for parties to stained glass scraps from a class taken twenty years before.  Then I saw her, snug in a nest of sawdust gnawed from the underbelly of the stairs.  Just out of reach.  If I made a grab, I might scare her deeper into hiding.  My heart was pounding as I held out my hand.  “Here, Panny…”

Hamsters are loners, pairing up only to mate, and even that isn’t pretty.  They are so territorial that the most tender hamster mothers drive away their offspring the instant they mature.  What could we offer to match a brand new house in the sub-suburbs?  Why should she respond to the whispered promise of a yogurt treat when there was enough macaroni art down there to last a hamster lifetime?

“Come on, Panny.  Come to Grandma…”

Panny looked at me with her big brown eyes.  And crept out of her nest into my hand.

One evening soon after, Bea demonstrated Panny’s newest trick.  “Up, Panny, up!” Pandora climbed the bars to the ceiling of her cage.  I beamed at my grandbaby’s cleverness, and ran for the camera.  But the next morning she was trembling, listless, and had clearly been sick.  I cleaned her while the kids cleaned the cage.

“Maybe she just needs rest,” I said, but to my husband Thom I whispered, “It’s bad.”

Her condition worsened.  The next morning, the kids were distressed to see her lying listless.  My sometimes-too-practical husband picked up Panny and gently stroked her.  She looked so tiny in his big hands.  “We have an emotional investment to protect,” he said.  “It might be worth a trip to the vet.”

At that moment I knew I would love that man forever.  In for a Panny, in for a pound.  The vet gave our six dollar hamster a hundred dollars worth of antibiotics.

“Do other people bring in sick hamsters?” I asked, feeling a little foolish.

“Oh, yes,” the vet assured me.

“And do they get better?”

She hesitated.  “Sometimes.”  Then she shrugged.  “Hamsters get infections, just like people, but they’re fragile.  In the wild, most get eaten before they get sick.  Pandora should be at home, where she’ll be more comfortable, and the children can be involved.”   So it had come to hamster hospice.

We gave her a few CCs of water, and tucked her into her nest.  The next morning, Eli found Pandora’s lifeless body.  There was no comforting Bea.  She looked at the rain pouring down outside and sobbed, “Even Mother Nature is crying.”

She was in no condition to go to school.  Between bouts of tears Bea stitched a tiny quilt and pillow, fashioned a tiny golden crown, and a little gold coffin adorned with plastic jewels.  Bea tucked in Panny with a tuft of nesting material and a peanut.  On the inside lid she wrote a lullaby, “So it will be like I’m singing to her forever.”

It was an open casket funeral.  Eli constructed a Popsicle stick headstone, and Bea planned the service.  I made copies of Bea’s hymn, “Hamsters We Have Heard on High,” so the mourners could join in.  Eli played flute and Bea sang, “Sleep, Baby, Sleep.”

Bea’s tearful elegy was simple, but eloquent.  “Her Grandma said she never knew she could love a rodent, and her Grandpa never said he loved her, but he did.  She’s an angel now.  A furry little angel.”

I was surprised to see Thom wipe away a tear.

“Does Daddy love her?” Bea had asked, when Panny first fell ill.

“Yes, in his way,” I told her.  Did the kids love her?  Absolutely.  Did Panny love us?  I’m sure she did, in her Hamster Way.  She taught us much about love, and the sorrow that is the price we gladly pay for it.  And even the passing of a hamster is a reminder to appreciate every moment of this precious fleeting gift of life.  Bea will tell you Pandora Athena Baltuck Garrard lived a very full life and packed a lot of love into her 18 short months.  And I will tell you that my first grandchild will always be the one with fur on her face.

copyright 2012 Naomi Baltuck


Responses

  1. Sweet! btw, I nominated you for an award from my site. Have a great day!!

    • Thank you, Holly. That is so kind of you!

  2. My favorite line, at first, was, “Too big to flush.”

    But then, after reading the rest of this touching story, I felt guilty about liking that line so much.

    Pandora has made me proud to be a Bellinghamster.

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  4. Very poignant. Loved the humor and the story.

    Ah … pets, and children!

    • Thanks so much for stopping by, mj. What kind of pets did you and/ or your kids have?

      • We have had dogs, primarily. We had a hamster at one time as well, and of course it got loose. We did find it, but like you said, the life of a hamster is pretty short.

        We are on our second Australian Shepherd. Really great dogs.

      • Do you believe there are cat people and dog people? I had cats as a kid, and only developed pet allergies in my early twenties. I always felt my children were deprived because my husband and I are both allergic to cats and dogs. Pandora was the closest thing to cuddly we could have in the house, but not the kind of pet you can whistle over and take on a walk.

      • Hmm, I know what you did there, Naomi: The old “we have allergies” trick. I should have thought of that with the kids, too! :)

      • No, really! But if they want to keep a pony in the back yard…I’m allergic to ponies too. (Dang it, I really am!)

  5. I have three geniuea pigs and yes, they are my first grandchildren. I loved this, what a wonderful touching story. Thank you!

    • Thank you so much, A.D., and thanks for the follow. I got a quick peek and your blog, and it looked great. I look forward to following your blog and catching up on some of your back-posts.

      • The same to you Naomi, just love your story telling!

  6. Your tribute to your first grandchild is the best pet story I have ever read! Almost wiped away a tear myself:-) Very well done Naomi! RIP Pandora Athena Baltuck!

    • Thank you, Madhu. That is about the best compliment I’ve ever received!

  7. These are great stories; great pictures too.

    • Hi Kristin,
      Thanks so much. I really appreciate your taking the time to read and comment.

  8. I like your blog and your name. I had a grandma named Naomi! I’m here because of Holly Michael…your story and pics brought back wonderful memories of when my children were young.

    • Hi Glenda,
      It is unusual to know a Naomi; was always the only Naomi in all my classes. I am so glad you stopped by!

  9. Hi,
    How sad for everyone that little Pandora had to go to hamster heaven.
    However I did very much enjoy reading the post, and loved the photos as well.

    • Thank you for that, Mags. It was a long time ago, but we still think of her. She was pretty special, but I think that she also acted as a conductor–we learned a lot about each other through that little mite.

  10. You’ve taken me back to a gerbil funeral my children officiated twenty-five years ago. I can still see my son stroking it’s little ear and wiping away a tear. With a gold sharpie he inscribed the headstone, a broken shovel blade: Daddy Gerbil. Born last year. Died 7/14/87. We all wept.

    • Dear Megan, oh, my gosh, I can just see it! That is so sweet. It is important to honor the loss of a loved one. Most of our Brownie troop attended Pandora’s service. That was about ten years ago, and we still tend her grave under the apple tree in the back yard.

      Thank you so much for stopping by. From your post it sounds like a real wing ding in Jonesborough. I have no doubt you will give a great presentation, and am wishing you a safe journey home.

  11. Loved it Naomi – kept me going to the end.

  12. interesting story. I really like the first picture.

    • Thank you, Shimon. That’s my favorite too.

  13. Great story! Great pictures!
    I know the sorrow of loosing a pet… :(
    (I wrote half a chapter on that very subject in my book)

  14. Thank you, Maggie. I appreciate your taking the time to read it and share your thoughts on it. So sorry for your loss. What kind of pet did you lose?

  15. Lovely story, beautifully told, my you really know how to write in a touching way, pushes my buttons every time :)

  16. what a great story. we’ve had fish, hamsters, guinea pigs, two dogs, and a lizard over the years. the dogs are still alive, but the rest of the pets are memories. we often laugh about the fact that Cuddles was the most popular name for the furry pets and even one of the angel fish :)

    • Funny! Cuddles is a perfect name for a fish! I once had a pair of goldfish named Flush Me and Flush Me Too. They actually lived long and uneventful lives.

  17. Naomi, this is lovely. I’m wiping a tear from my eye as I finish reading it. How sad it is that we should get so attached to creatures that have life spans so much shorter than our own. When my first pet, a cat named Winchester, died, my sister and I were inconsolable. Don’t know what I’ll do when Rajah and Sophie go.

    • Enjoy every moment, and know that you will derive comfort from that relationship always. There will surely be other pets for you, but never another Rajah or Sophie. When I was pregnant for the first time I frequently dreamed of my first cat, Aldrin, found blind and hairless on the driveway and fed baby formula through an eye dropper. She grew into a sleek beautiful mother kitty. Pandora was my first grandchild, but Aldrin was my first baby. I still love her.

  18. Ahhh pets and their adventures. This reminded me of the times we had funerals for the poor animals of the wild that our cats played with and then killed. We even had a little animals of the wild graveyard comeplete with crosses. ( :

    • I can just picture it! We had a lilac bush where we buried pet turtles and goldfish, and the featherless baby birds we found dying on the sidewalk and were unable to nurse back to health. I think it must be children’s way of preparing for the losses that we will inevitably experience in life. Thanks so much for stopping by and sharing your thoughts and experience, Julie.

  19. Hilarious and touching post! Love your writer’s voice and I’m a new Follower. :)

    • Thank you, Sarah. I’m looking forward to following you, too.

  20. As soon as Pandora got sick I knew how this post would end :( A furry little angel *sniff* Damn those pets for making up love them so!
    This was a great post even though it was so sad, our Jack Russell is my little daughter and a sister to the boys. I dread the day something happens to her.

    • I didn’t have much hope, but I did hope for a miracle. Thank goodness terriers live longer than hamsters! Sweet to picture your boys’ little sister, the one with fur on her face. Thanks so much for stopping by, and sharing your thoughts.

  21. That was a funny, sad, beautiful story. I remembered my gerbils and grabbed my cats for hugs. Thank you.

    • Hi Jyllian, thanks so much for stopping by and sharing your thoughts. I look forward to reading more of your writing–you have a great blog.

  22. It’s interesting how attached we can become to furry things, of any size. When my kids were little we had dogs and cats, then came apartment living and a variety of cage-dwelling creatures (snakes, tarantula, mice, rats, the list goes on). Now my kids are grown and gone and my children are cats and dogs – again. I dread the day when their time ends.

    • Hi Carol, thanks for the visit. We had cats when I was a kid. They are long gone, but I love them still.

  23. Aw, Pandora’s box! Great story, and the pix are priceless too!

    • Hi Kerry, thanks for stopping by, and taking the time to comment. Hope you are well. xoxo

  24. Love the hamster’s name! My grandchildren were devastated when their little Hammy hamster died. They are such fragile creatures.

    • It is sad to see the kids so sad. I know a mom who made secret trips to the fish store every time the goldfish died. The kids never caught on, and their little Goldie lived for a long, long time, as far as the kids knew.

  25. What a treasure – you and Bea, your story and your family’s capacity to love. Thank you for caring and sharing.

    • You are so sweet! Thank YOU for caring and sharing.

  26. Against my will and better judgment, your story brought tears to my eyes. Will and I once had a tearful funeral ceremony for his gerbil named Buddy. All these many years later it still makes me sad to think of how terrible he felt about losing his little friend. Loved the photos of the kids.

    • Dear Lee,
      I still get teary thinking about it. I would never wish such pain upon anyone, but I think losing a pet helps kids learn coping methods and to practice rituals that might ease them into the larger hurts and losses that they unfortunately will inevitably face later in life (much later, I hope). Doesn’t it make you want to go hug your babies, as grownup as they are? I love you, sis.

  27. You do tell a great story and made me remember my hamsters, Dolly and Peanut. But no one told me they don’t live long, so I was about like Bea when the end came. So sad to lose a pet, no matter how little or how short-lived.

  28. Hi Jeannette, poor Dolly and Peanut! We never forget our first little loves. Thanks so much for visit.

  29. I really love it ,Thanks for sharing :)

    • Hi Jake, Thank you for inspiring this post. I really enjoy your Sunday Post.

  30. You write about family in the most beautiful and touching way.

    • Dear Jamie, thank you so much. There is nothing more important to me. I appreciate your visit, and taking the time to comment.

  31. Your writing is both creative and very emotional. I love it. You are one talented young lady!

    • Hi Woody, thanks for stopping by! You are so kind! How did you find me?

  32. [...] I ever tell you about Pandora?  She was really bright for a hamster, although she never did learn to [...]


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